Days of Blunder: 3 & 4
Day 3 - Port St Lucie => Pompano Beach Jupiter – Macdonalds I keep passing the same strange looking dude. He's wearing floods, carrying a bible in one hand and a jerrycan in the other, and i've seen him three different times at intervals of ten miles or more. He’s always walking slowly on the same side of the road, at least half a foot of bare leg sticking out below his jeans, lurching along, impervious to the roar and stink of the traffic. How does he keep overtaking me? It's either hitchhiking or armageddon. If it's the former, i have to ask: who the hell would pick up someone looking as crazy as that? Now I'm eavesdropping on a hilarious conversation between a bunch of old people having their usual MacDonalds chinwag. One old codger, dyed hair, and insistent voice – identified by several around the table as a lawyer, and fairly obviously so – keeps saying to one them ‘You’re interrupting. You’re interrupting. You’re interrupting.’ Until the poor guy he was browbeating (a reverend, from what I can gather) finally subsides into silence. ‘Now let that be the last time you interrupt. Because I’m trying to help you here. I’m trying to help you not make a fool of yourself. Get possession of the facts before you open your mouth. Then you won’t make a fool of yourself. And no one wants to see that, because we all love you Reverend.” Talk about sweetening the poisonous barb! The same asshole has just walked out making a fist and urging everyone to ‘seize the moment.’ Thankfully, nobody seems as perturbed by this display of Sheenishness as me. In fact, they seem kind of inspired by it, since they've now moved on to Charlie himself. ‘One of those girls looks like a porno star!’ ‘She can’t be older than eighteen’. ‘He’s a confirmed dope addict.’ In the absence of the…